Your erotic stories

Marcellus Tvaris was a tailor. He was the very best of tailors. He could fit a dinner jacket with such precision, he fit his dresses with such delicacy, that he was able to keep his shop open in a suburb on the west side of Detroit for twenty five years. He had an exacting and accurate eye for detail. He would take notice of the particular way a man's waistline might bulge, of all a client's proportions, of how a man walks in his pants and use this information in his tailoring.

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Slowly opening my eyes I hear the rush of the water from the bathroom. The sprays of water hitting the sides of the shower as you move. Smiling wide, closing my eyes picturing my perfect sexy Master in all his naked glory washing away the left overs of our night together. I moan as I move, the delicious ache between my thighs from your attentions during the night reminding me of every mind-blowing moment with you.

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I really hope you enjoy this! I might come back to it later but here is the first part of your story... I would like your permission to add it to the website I publish and put it up on here though it is written for you and if you wish to keep it private that is allowed.

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He entered the room, as he had done so many times before, and he noticed right away that there was a difference. He could not exactly pinpoint the difference or tell what was different or why. He just felt that it was different from all the previous times. There was something in the air, and he had the intense feeling that this time, something was going to happen, and that someone was unwaveringly waiting for him.

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A single lock of hair half-clings to your sweat-soaked forehead. I've fucked you with an untapped rage for the past hour, simply daring you to cum before I'm satisfied. Your lips, swollen from my savage kisses and the bottom split from a passionate bite, beg me to let you cum.

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Chapter 1 The last yellow rays of late afternoon sun cut through the old, leaded windows of the student union and caught Barb in the eyes as she sat next to Janet. She squinted, took a sip of her coke, and said, "Let's scoot around a little. The sun's starting to hit me in the eyes."

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Sitting quietly on my Master's four-post bed awaiting his return, I start to fidget. Running my hands through my short cut raven black hair, along my full chest making my nipples hard, and down to my cunt finding my already throbbing clit. Rubbing slowly my painted blood red nail seems to go white.

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She started out with such...potential. But then. so did most like her. When he found her, she was a pleasant, successful and popular young woman, just out of college and at the start of a promising career. Candace had always been slightly above average in the looks department and far above average intellectually. She was vivacious and bubbly, with a quirky and endearing kind of personality. Candace came from a good middle class family that had always been warm and supportive of her.

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I am so insatiable today. I'm probably a danger to society, but you really really got me going last night. So I'm thinking what about the flipside what would I do to you if I tied you up and had my way with you, used you for my pleasure? Found ways to torture you with passion...

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The sunshine is peeping through the windows, I'm curled up against you, my head nestled in your shoulder, your arms wrapped around me, and one of your hands is cupping my breast. We are deep in slumber.

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